“Please wake-up baby, come on love just wake-up,” My eyes watered as mascara-coated lashes slowly peeled themselves apart. A soft white glow illuminated the walls of the room. The light came from an old TV where Gilligan’s Island had been paused mid-joke, their black and white faces frozen in ...

My memory is shoty at best,
with holes and scratches across
the disk that are severe enough to cause
entire scenes to skip when veiwed
until what happened and what I imagined
are melted into a colorfull chaotic blur
like a candle-stick that had never been cleaned
covered in wax, the remind...